Archive | October, 2009

October 31, Halloween, 1993…

31 Oct

Hand of horror raising from glowing pupmkin lantern.I remember Halloween of 1993 very well -

It was a Saturday, and Saturday Halloween’s are hard to come by.  Halloween 1993 was the day several of my music boxes, high up on a bedroom shelf, all started playing by themselves in the middle of the night. Halloween 1993 was the morning my husband woke up from a horrible dream in which he was being violently attacked, and yelled  his self-defense shriek at full volume   – and then the remaining four members of the household woke up screaming with him.

So far, it was the perfect scary Halloween.

Because it was on a Saturday, we’d told the kids they could have a Halloween party, so we invited about 20 other kids, who I think mostly all showed up.  It was the year I’d made my kids’ Halloween costumes. It had taken hours and hours of hard work – my 10-year-old was a fifties girl with a poodle skirt, my 6-year-old was a Coke can, and my 4-year-old was a 7-Up can.  (The soda cans stayed on their bodies for about 5 minutes).  My mother and sister dressed as bugs and came to assist with the face-painting and games.

 

Halloween 1993

All in all, I think it had been a successful party. But I remember the one thing I was very scared of that night – after the party, I was so worried that somehow the wrong kid would be allowed to leave with the wrong adult, and then a parent would arrive to collect their child and he wouldn’t be there.  (I think this paranoia came from inviting many kids that I didn’t already know). What a strange thing to remember about a fun party!

That was our day on October 31, 1993. 

Other things that happened on October 31, 1993 were:

  • The wonderful child actor River Phoenix died from a drug overdose early that morning.  (If you’ve never seen him in the movie Stand By Me, based on the novel The Body by Stephen King, it’s worth the watch).
  • The New York Times bestseller list included books such as The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan, The Pelican Brief by John Grisham, and The General’s Daughter by Nelson DeMille.
  • 25 people were killed during a Ghana-Ivory Coast soccer game

What can you say about October 31, 1993?  (Can you remember back that far?)

Communion Through Candy….Really.

29 Oct

The Problem:

I moved to a new office building at work, and was lucky enough to get an office with a real door and three walls; in other words, an ounce of privacy.  However, when I walked out of my office, I was standing in front of about 25 work cubicles, and I found I knew none of their inhabitants.  (My group is very small and most are not physically located in the central Dallas office.)  So now what they saw everyday  (or so I imagined) was a stranger who got the “good” office, and who tied up the printer a lot and used too much paper. Only a few people seemed to be at all friendly, or even interested.

Possibilities:

Now I’m usually one of these frustratingly sunny people (usually) who smile all the time, and say “good morning”, and carry on conversations with the janitorial staff.  I like to say people’s names when I talk to them. I like to know about them personally and am interested in how they’re doing.  So the situation I found myself in bothered me terribly.  I thought and thought about how to improve it.  I tried speaking to my floormates as much as possible, but they just didn’t seem very interested. I thought about suggesting a “floor party”, but….I just didn’t know.  I wasn’t sure if you could get to know people this way (I usually don’t mingle unless I’m forced to, so I imagine a lot of other people are that way too). 

I struggled with this problem for four months, and then….

The Solution:

I decided on my gameplan.  I would make candy treat bags, and stick a note on each one that included my name, group, and a small description of what I did at work all day.  I wasn’t sure about the best way to get these treat bags to everyone, but I finally decided to hand them out personally and introduce myself at the same time.

My kids were kind enough to make up the treat bags for me, stuffed with chocolate (the ultimate peacemaker).  I put all the bags in a big basket and made my rounds to the cubicles in front of me. People were a little shocked when I walked up, introduced myself, told them I didn’t like “not knowing” who I work with, and handed them a treat bag.  There were smiles too, but I felt more discomfort than anything else.  I admit being uncomfortable myself – it was way out of my comfort zone.  After I’d handed out the last bag and went back to my office, I closed the door in relief.  Thank God that brilliant idea was over.  I felt kind of silly, and thought I had pretty much embarrassed myself and had probably given everyone a good laugh.  But….

The Results:

I guess after the surprise at what I did wore off, people were actually really pleased that I’d taken the time and effort to give them a treat and introduce myself.  Every day after my embarrassing “meet & greet” I had one of the former strangers invite me to share the goodies that they’d brought to work, and both times when I hadn’t gone out to get any, they would knock on my door and bring goodies to me.  I had people introduce themselves and say how much they appreciated the candy.  I also had invitations to go out to lunch. 

My plan may have been a little sappy, but it actually really worked.  I’m now pretty comfortable with the people on my side of the floor, and I think they’re much more comfortable with me. Most treat me  like I’m a part of their group – I’ve been adopted.

So if you’re ever unsure of how to meet someone, or how to bridge a gap that seems almost too wide, start out by giving them candy.  It’s a universal peace-offering, and it brings smiles every time!!  Really.

Matthew Shepard Hate Crimes Prevention Act Passed & Some Aren’t Happy…

23 Oct

The LGBT Community Will Finally Be Protected by Hate Crimes Legislation

 

Congress voted to pass a hate crimes bill  yesterday which serves to add crimes committed because of gender, sexual orientation and gender identity to the list of Federal hate crimes.  Apparently the Democrats believed the only way to get this legislation passed was to tack it onto an apparently very-much-needed $680 billion defense bill so they could count on the Republican vote.  But even so, many Republicans who were normally hard-line supporters of defense spending couldn’t bring themselves to vote for the legislation.   

The Problem

Apparently the problem for many is that Conservatives feel it creates a “special class of victim.” 

But doesn’t the definition of a hate crimes bill in itself refer to crimes against special classes of victims? Isn’t a hate crimes bill intended to protect people from violence launched at them because they’re different? So if  hate crimes bills are passed for the protection of those who are different, how are the Liberals creating a special class of victim?

Being Gay in this country is, for many, like advertising for discrimination – wearing a metaphorical sign that says Just Kick Me Now.

What is special about that? What is special about not wanting to get pulverized because of who you are, not to mention wanting to be treated with the respect that everyone deserves.  How does the desire to be treated fairly and equally put anyone in a special class?

And to also throw in a little more propaganda, some Conservatives have announced that they’re afraid the bill is a “dangerous step” toward “thought crimes.”  

How can trying to prevent bodily assault against someone who is different be a first step toward creating a thought crime?   The Bill doesn’t mandate what people can or should think, only that they cannot victimize their fellow Americans. How is this dangerous?

As said by Sen. Ben Cardin, D-Maryland, “The Matthew Shepard Hate Crimes Prevention Act targets acts, not speech.”

What It Boils Down To

 

A discussion I had with a coworker several years ago illustrates the fundamental issue involved in LGBT equality efforts. My coworker didn’t understand why a diversity group for LGBT employees was necessary at our workplace.  She asked, “Why should they get special treatment?  they should be treated just  like everybody else.”

“And that,” I told her, “is exactly the point.”

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Back to the 70’s & Before – Racial Discrimination is Alive & Well

19 Oct

 

In 1978, much to my total shock and disbelief, my otherwise liberal father would not allow me to date anyone who wasn’t White. My dad had always been so fair – his views on this issue totally sideswiped me.  It was appalling to me that a person could be judged on their skin color and culture. I’d always had multi-cultural friends, but once I tried to date a Hispanic, the cultural understanding from my father ended there.

For much of the American population, times have now changed.  We are a more tolerant society than we were thirty (or more) years ago.  However, the new-fangled ideas of change seem to have overlooked some.  I read a news article about a white justice of the peace in Louisiana who has repeatedly refused to marry  interracial couples. He apparently screens couples in advance to identify the ethnicity of bride and groom.  The JP defends himself by saying he’s not a racist – he has many black friends (who even use his toilet!) – but he feels that the “offspring” of mixed races won’t fit in with either race, essentially being the bastards of society. (Sounds more like the JP is talking about puppies).

Wow – deja vous!  That’s exactly the reason my father had given me over thirty years ago.  The children will have no ethnic group. They would be society’s outcasts.

But of course, I didn’t agree, and being the rebel that I am, I did it anyway.

 I can honestly say that I don’t remember one time where it appeared my kids were being mistreated because they belonged to two ethnic groups.  If anything, I think being bi-racial helped them identify with both groups.

And whether you agree or disagree with the practice of interracial dating and marriage, the US Supreme court decided in 1967 that the government has no right to tell a person who they can or cannot marry. PERIOD.

What do you think about this now-not-so-controversial issue, but one that still causes some hypertension nonetheless?

 

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Boys Today…

15 Oct

Happy Boy w Smiley

The epitome of a happy boy:

Back when I was a kid, and even when my oldest kids were kids, going to spend the night with someone meant you were supposed to pack your overnight bag with pajamas, your toothbrush, clothes for tomorrow.  And yes, EVEN CLEAN UNDIES.  However, things have changed…

My eight-year-old son was going to spend the night with his sister. He said he had brought everything with him.  But when he emerged from the car, he seemed to have nothing.  I asked, “Where’s your backpack with all your stuff?”

And he answered as he patted his pants pockets, matter-of-factly, as if I had just asked the dumbest question in the world,

“I have my toothbrush and my electronics! What else do I need?”

And that, dear readers, says it all.

Obama Backs Gay-Rights Efforts – “I’m Here With You In That Fight”

11 Oct

obama_portrait_146pxIn an unprecedented speech last night at a dinner sponsored by the Human Rights Campaign in Washington, President Obama told the crowd that he is with them in the fight for equality for the Gay community, even calling on a ban of the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy in the U.S. military. He stated,

…I will end  ‘don’t ask, don’t tell.’ 

Obama also said that he supports the rights of gay couples in America to have the same rights and responsibilities as any married couple in America. 

Obama also promised to sign into law the new hate crimes bill just passed in the House last week which will include attacks based on gender identity and sexual orientation in the ’hate crimes’ definition.

Obama said,

…there are still laws to change and hearts to open.

A great quote by President Obama:

…you know and I know than none of us want to be defined by one part of what makes us whole.

Thank you President Obama!

My Immodest Plea for Your Help…I Really Need Your Vote…

5 Oct

Cover from Amazon-Best 06-04-09Hi Everyone – well, I told you a few days ago that I got a great review from TheBookJournal. Well, I then found out that the reviewer also nominated me for two awards on an Italian LGBT book review website. 

So Harvey needs your help!

There are two categories: Best New Author and Best Contemporary Gay Fiction.  I’ve posted the links below. If you enjoyed Is Harvey Dunne?, would you consider casting a vote for me? You can cast a vote in each category.  The site is a little different – to vote, you must scroll all the way down to the bottom of the page, then in the “comment” section, state that you would like to vote for Is Harvey Dunne?  You can vote by clicking on the Anonymous button, but you must list your name (at least first name and initial of last name). The moderator of the site checks all of the IP addresses to make sure the same person isn’t voting twice in the same category.

Link to Best New Author

Link to Best Contemporary

Kind of  a lot to go through, but I’d sure appreciate it! It’s very exciting!

Thanks everyone for your help!

My Impressions From a Farewell Ceremony at the Joint Reserve Base…

4 Oct

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Yesterday I attended a farewell ceremony at the Joint Reserve Base in Fort Worth, Texas, for a Texas National Guard unit that was to be deployed to Iraq around Christmastime, via two and a half months of training at Fort Bliss in El Paso. 

(My son-in-law is one of the soldiers)

These were my impressions: 

  • I saw very young men with very young wives, and many small children and infants. Families just starting out, probably inexperienced in sorrow and very much hoping to stay that way
  • I imagined that most of these young men had probably joined the reserves for the security and benefits and paycheck, without truly thinking of the risk they were taking
  • I listened to a young girlfriend who was putting on make-up in the bathroom, but asking herself why she was going to the trouble. She expected to cry most of it off before she left the base that day
  • I saw young mothers with many small children in tow who would have to raise their kids by themselves for a year while their husbands went off to war
  • I wondered how many of these young mothers might go crazy while their husbands were gone
  • I heard the background drone of military speeches which could never be sufficient for the struggles and danger that were to come
  • I wondered how many of the young men standing in formation, ready to fight for their country, would become one of the statistics I hear on the radio while driving to work; one of the ones who wouldn’t be coming home in a year
  • I wondered if this might be the last time these families were together in happiness, trying not to think about the fact that their lives could be brutally changed in an instant
  • Although giving this gathering a farewell lunch was a wonderful gesture from their commanders, I couldn’t help but feel that we were sending them off with only a free bowl of soup to make up for the sacrifice that was to be given during the coming year, and possibly for a lifetime
  • I wondered how many of these young children might never get to know their fathers

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Godspeed to these young soldiers, and many prayers and blessings for the young families they leave behind.

 

I’m Very Happy to Report That I Got a Wonderful Book Review…

1 Oct

Cover from Amazon-Best 06-04-09Yes, our Harvey Dunne has gotten an unbiased book review  from TheBookJournal.com (Honest.Book.Reviews), and I’m happy to say (understatement: actually, I’ve been dancing around the room and would have danced out the door and down the street had I not been in my nightgown) THAT IT’S A REALLY GREAT REVIEW!

I would like to thank TheBookJournal.com for taking the time to read and critique Is Harvey Dunne?  If you have time, please check out her review, and the rest of her site too (it’s pretty awesome!).

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